Tom, I think you should explore possibilities like this for your home decor. V. handy for instances of unwanted company.

I've always wanted to decorate a room like this: Take a number of small wooden shims and nail to the walls. Cover the walls in chickenwire, and then cover that with paper mache or similar. Then paint. The object is to introduce subtle curvature into the walls. If done subtly enough, the result is that a person in the room would have a vague sense that something is not right, without being able to tell what is actually wrong.

That sounds like the room in Hell reserved for Frank Gehry.

Van Gogh's Starry Night hand-frosted onto a cake: [link]

I've always wanted to decorate a room like this: Take a number of small wooden shims and nail to the walls. Cover the walls in chickenwire, and then cover that with paper mache or similar. Then paint. The object is to introduce subtle curvature into the walls. If done subtly enough, the result is that a person in the room would have a vague sense that something is not right, without being able to tell what is actually wrong.

The Cramps described a room like this when they talked about their greatest record collecting score. They were in Cleveland and somebody advertised old rockabilly 78s. They had to go a black neighborhood and the women that let them in, had racks of vintage 78s and Sun 45s. She'd taken chicken-wire and plaster and took out all the corners in the rooms so it looked like a cave. Then she painted it black. Then she took baby dolls that she'd collected at the dump, cut off their faces and glued the faces to the ceiling. She topped it off with xmas lights.

I can't tell you how much I wish I could have seen that room.

You seriously need to go to the Paper Moon Diner here in Baltimore. It's not quite that, but disembodied doll parts (and other toys) hanging from the ceiling? Check.

Y'all are cool. Also, off the hook. Even the New York boys know that. Once again, Netflix tells me I rent movies like a Baltimoron and the only thing I agree with Phoenix metro about seems to be that George Lopez and Ron White are funny. But folks around here don't fiend for urban drama like me.

Today is the first day of eating the fauxsagna I made last week. Freezing seems to been ok, but I should have taken the time to bread the eggplant. It is a tad rubbery.

I just read COMM and will fess up that I didn't even watch the full first season of Lost, but has anyone pondered that perhaps Arvin Sloan is running an org. that is using the Lost island as some weird social experiment and weapons testing area?

Oh, I found pictures: [link]

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They change it around a bit, but that's the basic idea.